Arriving safely in Lerwick, Captain Fawcett and his companions have been flown to Croydon aerodrome courtesy of Imperial Airways. The Captain has since been transferred to the London school of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine for examination. It is suspected by the expedition’s physician that whilst involved in this his latest escapade he may well have contracted scurvy.
Miss Allie Astell, Expedition Organiser, Camberwell.
I have had notification from the Admiralty that an exhausted Captain Fawcett and his erstwhile polar warriors have been liberated from their icy calamity and picked up by the SS Orama. The vessel that effected this daring rescue is currently proceeding full steam ahead, underway to the Shetland Islands
Miss Allie Astell, Expedition Organiser, Camberwell
Ah, God! One sniff of England -- To greet our flesh and blood -- To hear the traffic slurring Once more through London mud! Our towns of wasted honour -- ... Our streets of lost delight! How stands the old Lord Warden? Are Dover's cliffs still white?
'We sail o' nights to England And join our smiling Boards — Our wives go in with Viscounts And our daughters dance with Lords, But behind our princely doings, ...And behind each coup we make, We feel there's something waiting, And — we meet It when we wake.'
Becalmed in a sea of despond 'as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean' My thoughts drift toward London, my club and dear Miss Astell the working of whose heart remains inpenetrable. O lack a day. CF